First Love（1 / 2）

John Cre

I never was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.

Her face it blood like a sweet flower

And stole y heart alete.

My face turned pale as deadly pale,

My legs refed to walk away,

And when she looked“What uld I ail？”

My life and all seed turo cy.

And then y blood rhed to y face

And took y eyesight quite away.

The trees and bhes round the pce

Seed idnight at noonday.